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Taylor

T aylor was home and ready for Alice to be in his arms. They’d gotten in this morning, and they had a rest day. He was ready to spend that rest day with Alice. She had a meeting in the morning, but then she was coming right over. He’d been pacing, waiting for her. His arms ached to hold her softness to him.

A soft knock sounded on his door. The way he almost ran to the door should embarrass him, but he was so far beyond that. His sock feet slid on the hardwood as he got to the door. He steadied himself before pulling the door open wide.

The sight of her almost took his breath away. Her hair was pulled up, showing the colorful peekaboo layer. She had on dress covered in little strawberries that cinched right underneath her perfect fucking tits, a yellow cardigan, and pink Chuck Taylors.

She was perfect.

“Hey, sunshine,” he said before taking her overnight bag and what appeared to be a canvas.

He set them down next to her and pulled her into his arms.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he said, breathing her in.

“Me too,” she said, snaking her arms around his waist and holding him close.

They stood still, just holding each other for a long moment, but he was in no hurry to end that moment anytime soon.

Finally, he pulled back enough to kiss her.

“I have a surprise for you...” she said, breaking the kiss.

“You do?”

“I hope you like it.”

She sounded almost nervous. Didn’t she know he would love anything that came from her?

“Go sit on the couch,” she said, gesturing into the living room.

He tilted his head and cocked his eyebrow at her but followed her instructions.

“Close your eyes,” she called out as he sat.

He closed his eyes as she shuffled around and settled in front of him.

“I hope you like it... Open your eyes.”

When he opened them, Alice was clutching a canvas with an uneasy look. Although his eyes didn’t stay on the expression long because holy fuck. She was holding one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life.

It was a painting of them. It was an image of the night they’d covered each other in their statements of love and safety and longing. He was standing behind her, cupping her breasts, while she took the picture. Even though the painting stopped at their waist, he knew what was underneath that bathroom counter. She had captured her beauty and her luscious body.

But what he found even more moving was the look on their faces as they gazed into each other’s eyes. He remembered this moment like it was seconds ago. The utter adoration he’d had for her was written all over his face. What he found surprising was that look was on hers. She was looking at him with the same adoring gaze.

“Well?”

He peered at her with the same expression he had in the painting. A thousand words ran through his head, but none would form on his tongue. He was so overwhelmed with emotion.

Finally, he was able to pull his eyes away from the painting to the beautiful woman in front of him holding the canvas. How it was possible she didn’t know just how incredible it was a mystery to him.

“Alice . . . this is beautiful.”

“I know it’s not much... You did so much, and I?—”

He stood, took the canvas from her, and rested it against the coffee table. Cupping her face, he demanded her attention. “Alice. That is the most thoughtful, beautiful, special gift I’ve ever been given.”

Then he kissed her. He kissed her like he was a soldier headed for war, like she was a rain cloud and he was the desert, like he was a starving man and she was the motherfucking bread of life. That’s how he felt. How he’d gone his whole life without Alice Wagner was a mystery to him. He never wanted to know life without her.

She hummed as she opened to him, and he was lost in her.

After time passed—whether it was five minutes or five hours, he didn’t know—he pulled away and cupped her face. “I love it! I’ll find the perfect place to hang it.”

“Good, but maybe somewhere private . . . I mean . . . my tits are just out there.”

“The are the best tits in the whole fucking world. You should be very proud of them.”

Then a real smile fell across her face, and she laughed, batting at his chest.

He captured that hand and pressed a quick kiss to it. “I have one more surprise for you.”

“No.”

He stopped and turned to her.

She was standing there, with her hands on her hips, pouting and looking fucking perfect.

“I do,” he said with a small chuckle.

“No. What you did was already too much.”

“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into what used to be his office.

A new studio was set up for her in his office.

He’d done research and took note of the things she’d like to use the last time he was at her house. On one side was a cabinet. Pulling the doors open, he revealed all the craft supplies she’d used in her jewelry making, drawing, and painting, and other goodies. A table was also pulled down between the doors.

She walked over, examining the contents of the closet. Then her eyes fell on the easel and the cart of paints and painting supplies next to it. She walked over and let her hands graze along the tops of the brushes. Across from that was her desk, which he had set up with a new iPad and laptop after researching which would be the best for an artist to use.

“What is this?” she asked, her eyes full of awe.

“It’s your studio if you want it to be. You can keep or get rid of any of this stuff. I just wanted you to have everything you need to create your art.”

“Thank you,” she said with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“If you don’t like it, it’s fine. Keep or change anything you want.”

“Taylor,” she said, crossing the room, slipping her arms around her waist. “It’s perfect.” She rested her face against his broad chest. “I don’t deserve this,” she said barely above a whisper.

He hugged her tight against himself. And just like that, another mission came to him. He would spoil her like this all the time until she believed she deserved it. She deserved all he could give and more.

“Rainbow,” he said, still holding her close. “You deserve everything.”

Pulling back, she looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She reached up, pulled his face down to hers, and claimed him. He groaned as he bent his knees, wrapped his hands under her, and picked her up. He needed her in his bed more than he needed air to breathe.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and continued to kiss down his neck, and he carried her across the living room and into his bedroom. He dropped her on his bed, and she gave a small huff before they were pulling at their clothes.

Before he knew it, he was naked in bed with the most amazing woman he’d ever known. His dick was in her mouth, and he if didn’t get this under control he would come too soon, and that just wouldn’t do.

He pulled her off and claimed her mouth as his hands found her slit. She was wet for him, and his fingers glided over her slippery clit as her whole body tensed with pleasure.

“God, Alice, I’ve missed this so much,” he said, slipping one finger inside of her.

“You’ve missed my pussy,” she gasped as he kissed her throat.

“No... I mean, yes, so much... but mostly just being close to you like this. Feeling your bare skin against mine, I don’t think I will ever get enough.” Then his fingers worked small tight circles around her clit, and he could tell the pleasure was building inside of her.

“I’ve also missed making you come,” he said, adding pressure.

She was too gone for words as her hips grinded against his hand. “That’s right, baby. Take what you need to get there. After you come on my hand, you are going to come all over my dick.”

That did it. She broke with a sob of pleasure as her pussy clenched around his fingers. Once he had milked every ounce of pleasure from her, he pulled out a condom from his drawer, quickly ripped it open, and rolled it down his length.

As she reached for him, he lined his cock up with her core.

“Please,” she moaned, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He plunged deep inside of her. He sealed his mouth over hers as he thrust.

“Fuck, Alice, you feel so good,” he said as his movements got stronger. He wouldn’t last long enough to make her come again if he wasn’t careful. “Touch yourself.”

Her hands slid between their bodies as she twirled circles on her clit. “Oh, fuck, Taylor.”

“I’m right here, baby. Give me one more.”

Her breath turned into pants as he felt his own release tightened his balls. He grabbed her ass with one hand and angled her hips, hitting just a little deeper.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she panted, her body hitching, followed by waves of a powerful orgasm.

He followed her right over the pulsing his release deep inside of her.

He pressed soft kisses to her shoulder and neck as they both came down. The words I love you danced on his tongue, just like they had so many times prior.

They had only been together for almost two months. He didn’t think such deep feelings were possible this early on, but here they were. Being in love with Alice Wagner, he wanted to spend his life making sure she was happy and cared for... and, of course, doing what they just did was one of the best perks to exist in life. All that was left to do now was make it official... which meant telling her father.